Scorching heat.

I stopped near a Gola vendor.

"Which one?" He asked.

"Kala khatta." I replied trying to curb my excitement.

Childhood memories flashed in front of my eyes, how mom used to stop me from eating Gola and I used to plead in front of her to let me eat it once in a while.

"Here." The vendor handed me the frozen treat. I quickly gave him the money.

Nostalgia crept over me as I savoured the road side delicacy.

I could see a younger me, with wide eyes filled with happiness and excitement, eating a Gola as mom looked on, amused by my ability to seek happiness in the little victories of life.